Paroles de Bone orchard

Get the sinking feelingYou're behind my head againAnd the more i weed, the more it growsAnd here i am, hung by my toesThe time spent set in cementSpent wasting my timeWhen i could have been pulling it down

It's my release

Held down, entangledIt's a web of my own makingAnd this desolation's shaking me apartBuild it up, paste it up, stick it upStuck up. fucked. such a shameMy defences have become my own restrictions